Respects Unpaid
I can’t recall
this woman
who’s voice
you need to hear
and the woman
in your photo,
she disappeared
months ago
if I remember
correctly, no,
I know you
wouldn’t show
unless to know
she was
subsiding
by the leagues
that woman
who’s life
you put
on hold,
I haven’t
seen her,
since
icy streets
when she walked
still draped
in a crimson
sheet
the face
you think
you know,
mauled
by miscarriage
of trust
ages ago,
you know…
that woman
who jumped
and ran
and needed
herself to death
waiting for you
still hopes
you’ll cry
for her,
as she hopes
the rest
of them do
– B. Brown
(Image by: Valerie Hegarty – Flower Frenzy)
You work is beautiful! Thank you for following me and for introducing me to your poetry.
Thank you so much for reading! 😀
The woman is you, who you used to be in the photo that ‘he’ has?
Yeppers 🙂
I guessed well, lol
Brilliant.
Thank you 🙂
Powerful and Outstanding.
😄 thank you
😀😃😎😍🤓
Both picture and poem combine perfectly. The flowers struggle to survive through the wall as the voice of the poem, a woman who breaks free where the “icy streets” and “still draped/ in a crimson/ sheet” are slight remembrances of a difficult past.
Yas! haha thank you for reading 😀
My pleasure. Also thank you for taking an interest in my blog.